Lately I've been wondering what is life? Not so much the purpose of life, just more of why is life the way that it is? It's such a strange thing. Everywhere I go, there I am. I have always thought of things like "when I grow up" and "when I'm in the real world" but I am grown up, and I have always been in the real world, I will just move from one part of that world to another part of that world. Why is that? Why will everything stay the same, why is everything unchanging, no matter where I go things will be the same. Even different cultures in different parts of the world are essentially the same as our culture here.
Why do I need to eat food to live? Why is it soooo normal to eat meat and sooo strange for someone to chose to stay away from meat?
Why is pregnancy and birth the way that it is? Why don't humans give birth differently? It's so strange, but to everyone its normal and it will never change(unless people clone each other instead)
Why is it so important for so many people to be normal? Why do some people have absolutely no imagination?
Finally, why is the idea of life bothering me so much?
Why do I need to eat food to live? Why is it soooo normal to eat meat and sooo strange for someone to chose to stay away from meat?
Why is pregnancy and birth the way that it is? Why don't humans give birth differently? It's so strange, but to everyone its normal and it will never change(unless people clone each other instead)
Why is it so important for so many people to be normal? Why do some people have absolutely no imagination?
Finally, why is the idea of life bothering me so much?